I Quit the Going-Home Club for a Girl with a Venomous Tongue - Chapter 84

Chapter 84








A few days have passed since Makoto told me about the unfounded rumor that Dr. Akakusa will be transferred. I still spend my days fidgeting restlessly in a state of rambling anxiety.

Alina's rehabilitation program has been suspended due to the busyness of the initial start of the new year, so I have not spoken to her except to pass her in the hallway.

In fact, I made eye contact with her just to say hello. But before I could open my mouth, she raised her eyebrows and said, 'How can garbage walk on two legs?

Alina, whose usual tongue is neither surprising nor bothersome, looked a little quizzical for a moment when I didn't make a joke, which I didn't do in my usual tone. Then she asked, 'What's wrong? Are you okay? I'm going to touch your forehead a little bit, okay? If only he would have taken a few steps to make me feel a little better. I shut out the thought that I would get punched in the face if I expected it.

A bathroom break between classes.

As I was splashing lemon juice into the urinal, Makoto stood at the next urinal. I'm sure you guys can understand how I felt when he broke the unspoken rule of the men's restroom that it is good manners to keep a distance between two or more urinals. Since it may be difficult for you girls to understand, let me give you an example.

You are in a fashionable cafe. The people around you are enjoying their coffee with Macintosh open and reading books in an elegant and knowledgeable atmosphere. You are sitting at a full-window seat, looking out the window at the city. But you are the only one sitting side by side with the other. Then a stranger sits down next to you. There are other seats! All the way next to me! How could you!

But if you think about it, Makoto is not a stranger but a friend. I don't mind standing next to him, but would I stand next to him in the restroom? If you glance to the side, you might see them, right? It's embarrassing.

'You're taking your soul out with your urine, aren't you?

Makoto said so. A satire on my lethargy of the past few days. I'm sure it's a light joke in his own way, but it's sweet.

No. I bleed for my health.

'Eh.'

Instead of laughing it off, he seemed to think I was serious and tried to look at me.

He thought I was serious and tried to peek at me. I'm fainting just thinking about it.

'Glooo ......'

I leave the bathroom and wash my hands. The tap water is still so cold that it is hard just to wash.

Oh, man. It's just a rumor, don't worry about it.

What are you talking about?

'The story of Dr. Akaso's transfer: ......'

'I believe it's just a rumor. I believe that I will not be transferred until I graduate. I believe that the first sender of this rumor will feel guilty and come to me to turn himself in.

'Wow ...... it's too late now ......'

I believe it is not too late.

Lunch with Makoto as usual. Seriously, have dinner with Ryuka.

I wonder if Comet will be suffering from the center exam this time next year.

'I trust you'll go to college safely.

'I'm a specialist, so if I work somewhat hard, I'll be fine.

'You want to go into the culinary arts, don't you?

'Yes, yes. Japanese cuisine.

'That's amazing. I can't cook. I even burned a fried egg. It's too difficult. On the other hand, cup noodles made with hot water are the best.

'Did you forget the oil ......?'

'I don't know. My sister told me to never touch eggs again.

I was warned, but after that I hid and tried to make my own rice on Saturdays and Sundays, and it turned out surprisingly well. I put rice, mentsuyu, eggs, meat, and cabbage in a frying pan and stir-fried them, then put mayonnaise and yakiniku sauce. The name of the dish is unknown. It may be Chaos-don or whatever, but it tastes so good that it kills you.

I'm afraid that if I told him about this chaos bowl, I would get two words of profanity from him, so I'll just be a guy who can't cook.

So I'll be a man who can't cook.

'I'm a single aristocrat.

'That's all right, don't be shy. I won't say anything if he brings a blonde-haired black gal.

'You're my mother. I love blondes.

Speaking of marriage, legally girls in my class can get married now. Marrying a high school girl sounds like a bad idea. It's a disgrace. However, it's not something to be taken lightly at all, we boys will be old enough to get married this year, too.

It's a very unrealistic story. Why would a high school student with no financial ability get married? Oh, it's love, isn't it? Love can even transcend time and space. If that's the case, I want to go to the Pleiades to look for aliens.

I finished my meal and headed for the restroom as the urge to urinate came over me again. At seventeen years old, I was urinating as frequently as an elderly person, and I felt a little impatient. While I was walking at a brisk pace, a certain female student came out of the women's restroom.

She said, 'Ah! Sakakiki-kun, is it?

''Hmm?''

A girl with a ponytail wiping her hands with a handkerchief. It's Hanaya Mugiyama, whom I met at the year-end party. She's a cheerleader who told me how tall and cool I was, even if it was just to flatter me.

Hey there. Akemashimae.

Akemashimae. What's the matter?

'I'm just about to go pick flowers as fast as I can.

'Oh, no. I have to pee.

What the hell? Peeing.

He went to the trouble of using a secret word out of consideration for women, but pee.... Is this okay? I'd like to ask JKs all over the country. Is it normal to say "pee" without shame?

'Uh-oh. Yes, like that.

'It might be fun to hold back, but it's bad for your health, so you'd better get going, okay?

Is it really so hard to be patient? Is this pony-tailed girl the type of person who enjoys holding her pee-pee in? What country are you from?

Wait a minute. This is not normal. This is not normal because I'm not normal.

Excuse me, what is patience?

'Er. To be patient. Isn't it fun?

I don't know, I don't know, just get it out of me.

I've figured it out. I've come to realize that Hanaya Mugiyama is a broken woman. A heretic like me.

At the year-end party, I thought I had finally met a saint who didn't make fun of me. Unfortunately, that was just the tip of her iceberg. She was a pervert.

'Do you want me to stimulate your bladder?

'No, thanks. I'm dying.'

'Too bad.'

This guy's a bad ass. Probably worse than me. Mom, he's a pervert. He's a human who should never be allowed near Ugin!

I ran to the bathroom and downed another glass of lemon juice. My body and mind are relaxing.

I calmly analyzed my exchange with Ms. Kasai, and the only answer I could come up with was "pervert. Perverted high school girls exist, don't they?

I fearfully looked out of the door, checked that Hanaya was not in the hallway, and left the restroom. I am not yet prepared to deal with a heretic, so I can't crack my best jokes. She will take the lead in no time.

I shudder to think that I have met a formidable opponent. Before returning to the classroom, I decided to go to the store and join the war for the bread. The activities of the club are not as active as in the summer, and the competition for the bread is calmer.

I was able to get what I wanted with ease. It is good that I got it, but it is also great that I am not suspected of being a pervert. In the past, I was pointed at several times and called 'molester! I have had the painful experience of having to excuse myself from being dishonorably called such names. The effort was clearly beyond the calories of a loaf of bread.

I am truly glad that there was no police group in my high school. Isn't that what the "public morals committee" is all about? Well, 'I'll tell the public morals officer! I've been called that before. I'd rather you call the police on Hanaya Mugiyama. She's definitely disturbing public morals.

After school cleaning started. Our second squad is sweeping the hallways, and brooms are our weapons. We want to get this done quickly, so we grab our brooms and sweep the empty shell casings (trash) scattered all over the battlefield (the corridor). Hallways are not the place to be this time of year. It's too cold. By the way, the best one is a heated classroom. It's called the disparity between the aristocracy and the poor.

Just next to me in the next class, the one who won the lottery was shivering with a broom and sweeping. This is Alina Hibane.

You really don't like the cold, do you?

Her black stockings wrapped her legs and neck with a scarf, so that only her hands and face were exposed.

I wish we had the right to wear pants. I wonder if threatening the cranes will change the school rules.

'We're going to lose our romance, so please endure the cold. Good luck.

'Die.'

I was not afraid of anything when such a wobbly, frail figure complained about the interruption of life. I was not afraid to clap my hands and say, 'Yes, more loudly! like a passionate music teacher. By the way, I hated music in junior high school. I hated that style of forcing people to sing. I even thought of rising up against it before graduation. But I'm a chicken, so I didn't.

She seemed to be annoyed with my good mood and started to attack me mentally, which was her specialty.

I heard that Dr. Akakusa is going to be transferred. How do you feel?

You demon. He touched on a subject that has been bothering me for the past few days. As I thought, Arina Hiba is the kind of person who not only puts salt on people's wounds, but also Tabasco on them. I want to give her a strong wind with a compressor.

'Nothing? I don't think of you as anything, okay?

'It's sad, isn't it? Your beloved teacher is gone. Isn't it sad?

'Ggh. I'm not sad, okay? I can't wait to see what beauties they bring next.'

'Yes. Mr. Akakusa will go to another school and maybe he will meet the young male teacher of his dreams there. That would be a blessing for her.

'Yamero......Yamero......'

'I want you to be happy. I long for it too.

'You belong with the snakes. You're poisonous and you should get along.

'I'm going to erase your name from the family register.'

If you put him in charge of the state, the dark ages will be upon us.

As one side shivers with cold and the other shivers with anxiety, Toma Asakura, the head of the newspaper department, interrupts this exchange.

'Can I talk to you for a minute?

''You're as energetic as ever.''

'I need a favor!

With both fists raised in the air, Toma gave us a big smile and said, "I'll be back.

'I need your help collecting stuff again! Do you have time today!

I'm back to my life back home, and I have nothing planned, so I have plenty of time to rot. I glanced at Alina and our eyes met. She gave me a small nod.

Since I'm doing some kind of a job as part of Alina's rehabilitation, I had planned not to accept her offer if she refused, but it seems she's willing to do it. I'll take her up on it then.

I'll be fine.

'Osh! Then come to the newspaper club when you're done cleaning!''

''Oh.''

Toma went back to the classroom. It's time to clean up the greenhouse winners.

I'll go to your classroom when I'm done. I'll meet you there or I'll say I'm going to die of cold.

'You know what I mean. I'll be waiting.'